From torment
\nThe abyss and the inferno
\nThey came
\nTHe Malevolent spirits
\nTo always inflame
\nThe hearts of the angels
\nThe punishing gang
\nThe cuadrila Of wickedness
\nEach scaffold should hang
\nEvery vile matador
\nJust let him swing
\nWith his murdering ways
\nThat tragically bring
\nBulls To their knees
\nCoughing up red
\nStabbed every which way
\nAnd then through the head
\nThe ugliest agony
\nAnyone sees
\nThe matador flat out
\nWith his broken knees
\nFlattened one hopes
\nBy the great charging beast
\nRipped inside out
\nI dont care a least
\nthese wicked infidels
\nHell raising scum
\nNeed to reach agony
\nQuickly and some
\nMeasure of panic
\nOf wickedness eyes
\nThe beast who at least
\nThen does realise
\nThis satin arsed effeminate creep
\nWhose iniquitous heart
\nThe bulls horns should reap<\/p>\n
Ungodliness improbity
\nDepraved and more
\nSo much wrong doing
\nLike never before
\nSpain is a shit hole
\nIts towns eaten by
\nThe maggots and lice
\nThat wriggle and fry<\/p>\n
In the hot sun the ring
\nWhere the dead bull has wept
\nHe fought his whole heart out
\nBut ofcourse he was swept
\nAway by the many with swords
\nAnd with picks
\nDaggers these shaggers
\nThese latino pricks.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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